Lazy Metahuman Days
by FHGVZEhyde
Summary: The miniadventures in the everyday lives of your favorite Static Shock villains...the Breed! Minificlet, thingy. Finished!
1. Chapter 1: High Score

Disclaimer: Only in my dreams…

**Lazy Metahuman Days**

The mini-adventures in the everyday lives of your favorite Static Shock villains…the Breed! Mini-ficlet, thingy.

**Chapter One: High Score**

It was raining; Theresa could hear it hammering against the metal roof of the abandoned subway station the Breed was using as a hideout these days. It was late fall, cold but not cold enough to snow. Just icy rain.

So Theresa was seeking refuge by cuddling up near Hotstreak, the Breed's own personal heating service. She was lounging on a well worn couch reading a well worn romance novel with Hotstreak's head in her lap. It radiated a pleasant warmth onto her legs and played idly with a strand of his red hair while holding her book up with the other.

Hotstreak, for his part, had his legs thrown up over the top of the couch by Theresa's head, the sleeves of his sweatshirt rolled up to his elbows, and was concentrating deeply on a handheld video game.

"Can I play?" Shiv crawled over to the couch from his mattress, where he had been reading a comic book uncharacteristically quietly until just a moment ago.

Hotstreak rolled over so his back was facing Shiv and his face was almost in hidden from view in the feathers of Theresa's stomach. "No." He mumbled biting his lip in concentration as little explosives danced across the screen.

"Pleeeeeeaaaaaasssseeee?" Shiv pressed forward and nudged Hotstreak's thigh with his finger.

"No." Hotstreak said again, this time more forcefully and his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the game.

"C'mon." Shiv frowned petulantly. "I let you play with my yo-yo."

"Well this is cooler than a yo-yo."

Theresa rolled her eyes and put the book down across Hotstreak's forehead. Hotstreak rolled back onto his back to shake the book off. "You're ruining my light Talon." He mumbled, jabbing at the buttons.

"Let me play!" Shiv grabbed for the game. Hotstreak jerked it away and held it over the side of the couch, dangling his upper body over the edge and holding Shiv back with his foot.

"Stop it!" Theresa shouted, scrambling to find her bookmark in the tussle.

"WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE!" Ebon stalked into the room soundlessly. Everyone stopped what they were doing and froze comically. Slowly, with the imbalance of weight, the couch toppled over backwards with all three still on it.

"No! My game!" Hotstreak raced to the buttons, the game had slid away from him. He pounced on it and started punching at buttons with a ferocity that Theresa thought should have punched the buttons right through the plastic.

"He wouldn't let me play!" Shiv accused, appealing to Ebon, pointing angrily at Hotstreak.

"I'm in the middle of a game!" Hotstreak defended, still on his stomach.

Theresa groaned. "I lost my page. Thanks a lot you guys."

Ebon opened his mouth, and then shivered. "Hotstreak, pump some more heat into this place. It's freezing."

Wordlessly, Hotstreak's eyes glowed red for just a moment and warmth seeped out of him and into the room. Ebon sighed in relief. "Now, if you two are going to fight over that game, then I'm going to take it away and play it myself."

"Why even let us steal it if you're just going to take it away." Hotstreak argued.

"Yeah…" Shiv added needlessly.

Ebon opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by an exuberant cry from Hotstreak.

"YES!" Hotstreak jumped up pumping his fist and held the game out to Shiv mockingly. "High score, read 'em and weep Shivvy boy."

"No way!" Shiv grabbed the game and stared incredulously at the screen. "That's _my_ high score."

"Not anymore." Hotstreak smirked triumphantly.

"You cheated."

"I did not!"

"Yes you did. It's the only logical explanation."

"How could I have cheated?"

"I dunno…umm. Oh! You knew the cheat codes and I didn't. Unfair advantage."

"This is a Pocket Nintendo, without color I might add. This thing came before cheat codes were ever invented."

Shiv stopped, he had no comeback. "Oh."

"The high score stands." Hotstreak said and danced away to a white board in the corner of the room. He picked up a red marker and drew a tally next to his name. "I'm winning." He reminded Shiv.

Shiv frowned. "Big deal. When we get Halo 3 and I whup your ass, I'll get a tally mark and then…" Shiv frowned at the scoreboard, trying to add up the tallies.

"And then you'll only be down by fifteen…dumb ass." Theresa muttered, flipping through the pages of her book.

Shiv's frown deepened. "Are you sure? I don't think you did the math right."

"It's right. No would all kindly shut up? I'm trying to plan a heist over here." Ebon said grumpily.

"Sorry." Theresa said and rolled her eyes. Ebon's heists never worked anyway.

Hotstreak nudged Shiv's shoulder. "Tall, dark, and scary." He whispered in the purple-haired boy's ear.

Shiv licked his lip and stared at Ebon longingly. "Tell me about it."

Hotstreak stared at Shiv with a blank look and then turned to Ebon in puzzlement. Then he punched the air again. "I knew it!"

**Author's Note:**

I don't know what to do with myself if I'm not writing so here is a mini-ficlet. I think there will be one more chapter, having to do with stakeouts. Hope you liked this, personally I just found it funny and could so see the Breed acting like eight-year-olds around each other. And yes, I have a Pocket Nintendo without color, still works and I still play with it. Go Pokemon Blue!...without blue. Also yes, that was an Ebon/Shiv innuendo...hahahaha!


	2. Chapter 2: Stakeout from Hell

Disclaimer: I would really like to own Hotstreak but sadly, no

**Chapter Two: Stakeout From Hell**

Talon perched on a gargoyle and stared through binoculars at the street below. People scurried to and from buildings in the dying Saturday light. "_Any sign of them?_" Ebon's voice crackled over a walkie-talkie and disturbed the serene silence.

Talon sighed and pulled the walkie-talkie out of her pocket. "Nothing yet." She said into the mouthpiece.

"_Well keep an eye out. I'm going to check in with Hotstreak_..."

"_Tell her I say hi Ebon. C'mon, tell her!_" Shiv's voice overlapped Ebon's.

"_No! Shut up and keep looking out the window!_" Ebon shouted.

Talon smirked and turned the walkie-talkie off. Lovers' quarrels weren't meant to be broadcast.

She was supposed to be looking for Static or Gear while Ebon and Shiv broke into Dakota National Bank.

Then there was Hotstreak and Ferret at the fairgrounds on the other side of the city. They were decoys, meant to lure Static away from the real crime with some small nuisance.

'_With Hotstreak's destructive mentality and Ferret's natural talent for getting into trouble, those two should have no problem distracting Sparky._' Talon thought with a wry grin. She focused the lens and frowned. Had that been a spark of electricity in the distance?

Yes! Static and Gear zoomed into sight from around a skyscraper. Talon shrunk back into the gargoyle's shadow and let them pass her. She flipped the walkie-talkie back on.

"I've got 'em Ebon. They're heading east towards the bay."

"_Great. Hotstreak, you on the channel?_" Ebon asked.

"_Why? Why did you do this to me? Is it because I drank your beer you vengeful bastard_." Hotstreak's voice sounded gravely and far off, and annoyed.

"_Shut up. Get to work making some trouble_." Ebon ordered.

"_Fine._"

Talon heard the click as Hotstreak turned off his walkie-talkie. "What do I do now?" She asked.

"_Come to the bank 'n give Shiv and me some cover_." Ebon clicked off.

Talon spread her wings and paused, to relish the feeling of the soft summer wind bristling through her feathers. Then she took a step and plunged straight down, pulling up before she dropped more than a story and arced gracefully through the air towards the bank.

* * *

Ebon stared at Shiv who stared out the window at a bird sitting on the sill. Shiv waved at it. "Hi bird!" 

The bird startled and flew away. Shiv's face fell. "Awwww."

Ebon chuckled. "It's a bird dude."

Shiv turned in his chair and grinned at Ebon. "Yeah, but it was such a cool bird. It was blue!"

"Like a blue jay?" Ebon asked sarcastically.

"Precisely." Shiv nodded. "Would a purple bird be cool? I think it would." Shiv ran a hand through his purple Mohawk.

"Yes, very cool. I'm going to call Talon." He picked up the walkie-talkie lying on a card table nearby. "Watch the bank." He ordered.

Shiv turned back around to watch the bank across the street.

Ebon pressed a button on the side of the walkie-talkie. "Any sign of them?"

"_Nothing yet._" Talon answered.

"Well keep an eye out. I'm going to check in with Hotstreak..."

Shiv jumped at Talon's voice and ran across the room, trying to wrestle the walkie-talkie from Ebon. "Tell her I say hi Ebon. C'mon, tell her!" He shouted in the general direction of the mouthpiece.

Ebon grabbed Shiv's shirt and shoved him away. "No! Shut up and keep looking out the window!"

Shiv groaned and walked back to his chair, shoulders slumped sadly. Ebon softened. "Well, ummm. Want a Mountain Dew? Huh? You love Mountain Dew." Ebon reached into a cooler by his chair and held the forbidden drink out to the slumped boy.

"Really?" Shiv perked up immediately. "I thought I wasn't supposed to have Mountain Dew. It made me vibrate last time, remember?"

Ebon shivered at the memory. "Yes I remember, but maybe a sugar high's just what you need before a heist. A well-planned out heist I might add."

"Sweet!" Shiv jumped up and snatched the pop from Ebon. In seconds half the can was empty and Shiv's pupils were dilated.

"_I've got 'em Ebon. They're heading east towards the bay._" Talon's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie.

Ebon held the button down. "Great. Hotstreak, you on the channel?"

It took a moment but then Hotstreak's unmistakable voice floated out of the ear-piece. "_Why? Why did you do this to me? Is it because I drank your beer, you vengeful bastard_."

Ebon frowned, very clearly not amused. "Shut up. Get to work making some trouble."

"_Fine._"

"_What do I do now?_" Talon asked.

"Come to the bank and give Shiv 'n me some cover." Ebon put the walkie-talkie in the pocket of his pants and stood up. "We wait two minutes and then we're blowing holes in that building right there." He said to Shiv.

Shiv downed the rest of his drink and jumped onto the window ledge. "Let's go now." He jumped out of the third-story window and landed with a thud on the sidewalk below.

Ebon stuck his head out the window and sighed before slinking out the window, down the wall, and re-forming on the sidewalk beside Shiv's crumpled form.

"You okay?" He asked mildly.

"Yup." Shiv jumped up and patted himself off.

"Great, let's go."

* * *

_'Dear God? What have I done to deserve this? What!?'_ Hotstreak pleaded. 

Ferret ran up to him with arms laden down with stolen goodies. He sniffed loudly at a caramel apple. "I think this caramel is stale, what do you think?" He held out the apple for Hotstreak's inspection.

Hotstreak knocked it out of his hand and hit the ground, dirt and grass quickly sticking to the caramel.

Ferret frowned. "Well that was uncalled for. Hold this will you?" He handed the pyro a pilfered balloon and bent over to retrieve the apple.

"Hey mister?"

Hotstreak looked sideways and saw a little girl tugging at the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "Yeah kid?" He asked cautiously, tugging the brim of the baseball cap he wore down lower to hide his distinctive hair.

"Can I have that balloon?"

Hotstreak looked at Ferret, who was busy picking grass out of the caramel. "Sure." He handed the girl the balloon.

"Thanks." The girl smiled and skipped away, staring up as the balloon danced in the air beside her.

Ferret returned a moment later, licking caramel off of his face. "Turns out it wasn't stale…hey. Where'd my balloon go?"

"Ummm, there was this bird and it clipped the string with its beak and the balloon floated away." Hotstreak lied.

Ferret narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What color was this so called bird?"

"…blue?"

"Oh, okay then." Ferret turned and sniffed the air. "Hold this stuff for me, I smell ice cream." Ferret loaded everything into Hotstreak's arms and darted off between the stalls.

Hotstreak opened his mouth to protest but Ferret had vanished from view. He stared down at the mass of food and blew a loose strand of red hair out of his face. There was another tug on his sleeve.

He looked down and sure enough the girl was back. And she had brought friends.

Hotstreak looked at the group of children, then at the bundle of food, then back at the kids. Finally he sighed and got down to one knee, divvying up the good between the kids and handing them out. "Here y'go." He gave a little boy with a dirt-smudged nose cotton candy and then stood up.

The kids all smiled and thanked him before running off with sweets stuffed into their pockets and jabbering amongst themselves as to who got the best candy.

Ferret returned moments later with a double-scoop of vanilla ice cream. He stopped short at the sight of a food-less Hotstreak. "Where the hell is all my stuff?"

"Birds ate it?"

"That was my food and you had no right to…"

"_Great. Hotstreak, you on the channel?_" Ebon's voice rang out from Hotstreak's pants. Hotstreak jumped and fumbled with unclipping the walkie-talkie from his belt.

"Why? Why did you do this to me? Is it because I drank your beer, you vengeful bastard." He whined into the mouthpiece.

"_Shut up. Get to work making some trouble._"

"Fine." Hotstreak frowned and turned off the walkie-talkie. He nodded at Ferret. "Mischief making time."

Ferret grinned, ran to the nearest stall and kicked the support beam out from behind it. The stall shuddered and collapsed. A woman screamed.

Hotstreak whipped off his hat and burst into flames, more intent on making a show then actually doing any damage. He threw a few lazy fireballs at the fleeing crowds and abandoned stalls.

Ferret took the opportunity to ransack a few stalls and replenish his food supply.

Within minutes Static and Gear whizzed through the air towards them, zap caps and fists of electricity blazing. Hotstreak and Ferret took off in different directions, Static after Hotstreak and Gear after Ferret.

Hotstreak led Static on a maze, ducking through stalls and dodging around attractions until they were in an empty baseball field. Hotstreak skidded to a stop in the dust and turned to face Static, a smug look on his face.

Static stopped in the air, hovering uncertainly on his disc. "You've got a lot of nerve firebug. What were you stealing? Just wreaking havoc for the hell of it?"

"Pretty much yeah." Hotstreak shrugged.

Static inched forward. "I hope you enjoy your time in prison then."

"Oh I'm not going to prison."

Static raised an eyebrow. "And why not?"

Hotstreak rolled up his sleeve and checked his watch. Then he grinned, saluted Static mockingly, and vanished.

Static leaped forward but Hotstreak was gone and all he saw was the last swirling traces of one of Ebon's well-placed shadow portal. Static swore and zoomed off towards Gear, figuring Ferret would have disappeared in the same way.

Sure enough, Gear met Static halfway over the fairgrounds with a puzzled look on his face. "Ferret gone too?" Static asked with a frown. Being beat by Ferret was the worst thing he could think of...

Gear was staring at encryptions racing across the screen of his visor. "We've got bigger problems V. Dakota National was robbed."

Static swore again. Strike that, being beat by one of Ebon's stupid schemes was the worst thing he could think of.

**Author's Note:**

Yay! This chapter's so much longer! And I have decided there will be one final chapter, making a three chapter story for those of you who are bad at math. Also, what's up with the lack of reviews? C'mon guys you know the rules, you read it you review it.

PLEASE REVIEW!


	3. Chapter 3: Division Among Friends

Disclaimer: I don't own Static Shock

**Chapter Three: Division Among Friends**

"Why are you doing this Hotstreak?" Theresa asked, tugging at the handcuffs tethering her to a water pipe.

Hotstreak turned away from her with an odd look on his face.

Theresa frowned and tugged again, slipping on a puddle of water and fell as far as the cuffs let her. The metal dug into her wrists and she struggled back to her feet with a small whimper of pain.

Hotstreak turned with concern and reached out to help her. "Don't touch me!" Theresa snarled and struggled alone back to her feet.

"Keep her quiet!" Ebon shouted from outside.

Hotstreak jerked away as if he'd been slapped and carefully wiped his face clean of all expression. Theresa had seen him do it before, when Ebon had thrown his history in his face like an insult, and then she had felt pity for him. Now she felt fury and only fury. How dare Ebon kidnap her. Couldn't he see she wanted to be normal again? That these powers made them freaks in the eyes of others? That they would have to struggle for everything in their lives? Theresa was tired of being a thief, all she wanted to do was find her sister and leave Dakota forever.

"Hotstreak?"

He remained turned towards the wall with his arms crossed defensively.

"Francis?"

Hotstreak visibly flinched at his real name.

"You know what he's doing is wrong Francis. Please, I don't want to be here. Don't I have a choice? Would you force someone to change their very DNA just for selfishness. If you care for me at all Francis, you'll let me go. I won't interfere but if you keep me here, I'll, I'll." Theresa searched for the right words. "I'll kill myself."

"Don't do that." Hotstreak said slowly, turning over her threat in his mind before responding.

Theresa remembered his mom had killed herself and subconsciously, she smiled. It had been the right thing to say. "Then let me go."

"I, I can't."

"Yes, you can. Please Francis."

Hotstreak looked stricken between guilt and fear, but then he reached forward over Theresa's head and undid the handcuffs. Theresa rubbed her sore wrists and then slapped him.

Hotstreak stumbled backwards in surprise. "Wh...?"

"You asshole." Theresa snarled and made for the door. Hotstreak charged after her. "Theresa don't!" He shouted.

Theresa burst through the door and out into the main room. There were meta-humans all over the place. Ebon turned and saw her, his eyes widened in surprise and anger. Hotstreak appeared behind her and grabbed one of her wrists.

"I thought I told you to keep her quiet." Ebon said threateningly.

Hotstreak looked back and forth between Ebon and Theresa and for the first time, he saw the crazy, obsessive person Ebon had become over the last few months. "No."

"What?" Ebon asked, his eyes narrowing.

"No, she's right." Hotstreak swallowed nervously and let go of Theresa.

She looked at him with thanks and then glared at Ebon. "You're scared! You were nothing before the bang and that's what you'll be now...nothing! This is wrong Ebon and you know it. We weren't meant to be this way."

"How do you know!" Ebon exploded. Behind him Shiv and the other meta-humans rose to their feet looking menacing. "How do you know we're not the next evolution, just come before our time! How do you know, in twenty years everybody won't be like this!"

"Sorry to break up this little chat, but I think that belongs to Dr. Todd." Static shot the metal door open with a blast of feeble electricity. Then he reached out weakly for the metal canister in Ebon's hand. The canister struggled to get loose and Ebon gabbed a hold of it with both hands.

"No!" Ebon shouted as the can was torn from his grasp. Static caught it and tore out of the room. "Don't just stand there! Get him!" Ebon roared and the meta-humans jumped to obey, thundering out the door.

Behind Theresa, Hotstreak hesitated and then ran past her after the others. She understood. He didn't want to go back to the way he had been before the Bang.

* * *

"Gotcha hero." Ebon and the others had cornered Static and Gear in a dead-end room. "Get the gas from the man Hotstreak." 

Hotstreak walked forward and snatched it from his rival, then he gave Static a mischievous grin and headed back to the group outside the door.

"Don't worry hero. As soon as we open that gas, we'll be back for you." Ebon said and reached for the door.

"You mean, if Hotstreak lets you have the gas." Static said smugly.

Ebon's face went blank and he spun around. "Where's Hotstreak?"

"I dunno. He was here a second ago." Shiv muttered confusedly looking around. The pyro had simply vanished.

Ebon growled low in his throat. "Find him!" The meta-humans took off in different directions in search of Hotstreak.

"Which way do we go?" Gear asked.

Ebon swung the door shut in his face.

* * *

"We've looked everywhere Ebon. he's not on the ship." Shiv reported. 

Ebon grabbed him by the shirt. "Then go look in the buildings around here. He's gotta be somewhere."

Shiv gave him a funny look but did what he had asked.

Ebon watched the mutants leave the ship. Hotstreak _had_ to be somewhere. Somewhere no one would think to look. Hotstreak may not have seemed like the brightest bulb in the box, but Ebon had seen him do some quick-thinking in pressured situations and the boy had a creative mind.

Ebon headed for the control room.

Just as he had hoped, there was a video surveillance system on the ship. Ebon sat down at the controls and re-ran the tapes until he saw Hotstreak very subtly inching away from the group of meta-humans so intent on Static and Gear and tearing off down the hallway. Ebon followed the pryo's progress, jumping from camera to camera until he saw Hotstreak duck into a supply room on the far side of the ship.

Ebon stood up. He knew where Hotstreak was.

* * *

Hotstreak sat down to catch his breath and looked at the canister in his hand. It was simple enough with a valve release, he could open it now and only he would have powers. He reached for the valve and hesitated. Theresa would have thrown the canister into Dakota Bay. 

Hotstreak stood up with his hand still hovering over the top when Ebon blasted the door open. Hotstreak spun round and was punched in the face. He fell to the ground and Ebon went after him, grabbing for the canister amidst a flurry of punches and kicks. Hotstreak kicked out and connected with Ebon's chest, knocking the shadow-master off of him. "Get back Ebon." He warned.

"Or what?" Ebon launched himself forward again. He had more experience fighting but Hotstreak wasn't going to give up the gas lying down. They rolled on the floor and Ebon grabbed the canister. Hotstreak grabbed his wrist and tumbled over onto his back. The canister's release hit the floor and cracked, sending a spurt of gas into the room and then the pressure buildup was too intense and the canister exploded, engulfing the room and the two meta-humans in purple gas.

Hotstreak gasped and coughed, struggling to get away from Ebon and the suffocating gas. He couldn't breathe. He watched in horror as Ebon's hand melded into his shirt and his skin became black. Hotstreak tried to tear himself away again but then he and Ebon crashed into each other and fused.

* * *

Theresa heard a faint and far-off explosion in her search for an exit and decided to check it out. She rounded a corner and tendrils of purple gas were seeping out from a room. Inside she heard Hotstreak cry out and Ebon scream. Theresa turned as the gas started creeping towards her and fled down the hall. She was almost off the ship when she heard banging on another door. She unlocked the door and Gear tumbled out. 

He shot to his feet and Static followed him. "You'd better get back there. The gas has gone off and Hotstreak and Ebon are in there." Theresa pointed in the direction she had come from.

"Thanks. You'd better get off the ship."

"Yeah no kidding." Theresa ran away from them.

* * *

Static shot the can of fuel into the fused Hotstreak/Ebon monster's mouth and then he and Gear shot straight up into the dark sky. Within seconds, the creature exploded. The ship crumpled and bent, before slowly sinking into the bay in a flurry of flames. 

Static flew lower for a closer look and then darted towards the shore. He couldn't see a trace of either Ebon or Hotstreak.

* * *

Hotstreak landed in the cold waters and he had to fight the urge to gasp as his head went underwater. He broke the surface and gagged, choking up a mouthful of bay water. A chunk of flying metal landed in the water beside him and Hotstreak swam backwards, staring at the blazing ship with wide green eyes. What the hell had happened. He didn't remember anything. 

He felt something grab at his foot and Ebon emerged from the water, his shadowy face leering unpleasantly at him. He tugged on Hotstreak's leg and submerged the pyro, dragging him deeper into the water.

Hotstreak struggled and punched Ebon in the face. The shadow-being let go in surprise and swam for the surface.

Hotstreak drifted for a second and then remembered he couldn't breathe. He too, made for the surface. His side hurt and Hotstreak reached under the water and rubbed it gently. When he pulled his hand back out it was smudged in an inky darkness. His blood. He must have cut it on something when the ship exploded.

It made swimming more difficult and he had never been a very good swimmer anyway. Finally, Hotstreak made it to the shore and collapsed, breathing in great gulps of air and not caring that his legs were still in the water. He had never been more grateful for sand in his life.

* * *

Theresa saw the ship explode. She saw Static and Gear fly away. She even saw Ebon slink out of the shadows and vanish into one of the sewer pipes. Out of pure instinct, she ran down to the water's edge. The police had already converged on the scene and would find her any minute. She knew what she was looking for and she found it. 

There, hidden in the shadows of a dock, was the body of Hotstreak. Theresa ran forward, praying that he wasn't dead and knelt beside him. He was soaked in a mixture of blood and water and sand was sticking to his face but there was a heartbeat and when Theresa put a hand on his back, she could feel the shallow intake of his breath. She grabbed one of his muscular arms and slung it over her shoulder, half-lifting him to his feet.

Hotstreak groaned and opened one eye. When he saw her he gave a feeble smile. "Hey."

Theresa couldn't help herself. She smiled too. Together they hobbled up to the street and away from the flashing police lights. They would need to find someplace to hide away from Ebon. The Meta-Breed was over.

**Author's Note:**

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! And I'm done. Yay! I feel so accomplished. Sorry that this chapter was more Hotstreak oriented but God help me, I do love him. Too darn cute I suppose. This chapter could also in a way explain how Hotstreak and Talon got together in my Second Glance story. Aren't they cute? Damn, I love them all!

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P.S Sorry to Shiv fans 'cause he pretty much had one line in this last chapter but he really wasn't in the finale either so it's accurate.


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